The OP of that last image posts more shit like this. This girl literally looks 12:
Please use common sense.
are all you people fucking mormons
these are all fully clothed safe for work characters
besides the last one, but even then, that’s the type of swimsuit i could see if i bothered to go take a drive down to one of the beaches within driving range
you weirdoes aren’t even finding actual porn, what the shit lmao
Let’s play woke Tumblr child or conservative republican grandma
It’s adult who underwent CSA in their childhood actually uwu consider dying.
Then you should understand that meaninglessly throwing around the term pedophilia is going to hurt people, especially other csa victims.
The police could be arresting the man who raped his daughter but if you bombard them with reports of “pedos” who just draw fanart in the anime artstyle, you will waste their time and the real child will be helpless.
People will hear the term “pedophile” and not get shocked, but ask the question “do you mean REAL pedo or tumblr pedo?” or worse, assume the latter by default and refuse to help.
Anime drawings don’t put children in danger. You’re putting your outrage into something meaningless instead of addressing the real problem.
Harry Potter spent his eleventh birthday in a cabin on a tiny rock in the middle of the sea, listening to his cousin snore on the couch.
When a knock sounded on the wind-swept, rain-drenched door, it was not a giant fist (or a half-giant’s fist). It was a short sharp rap that sounded once, twice, three times before Minerva McGonagall simply charmed the lock open and stepped inside.
“Apologies,” Minerva said crisply, as Vernon raced out brandishing his rifle and Petunia pulled Dudley up off the couch and behind her. “I wasn’t sure you could hear me over the weather.” The rain fell down behind the professor in a roar. She was perfectly dry.
Minerva fished in her pocket without looking, because the only things allowed in her pockets were only ever exactly what she needed. “I’ve come to deliver this,” she said, pulling out a letter and handing it to Harry, who was cross-legged on the floor, “because our owl post seems to have been unable to get through.”
“And I’ve come to deliver this,” she added, pulling out a second letter, “because Hogwarts by-laws require a professor to hand-deliver acceptance letters to Muggleborn families for their explanation and comfort.”
The Dursleys did not look comforted, nor did they sound it once they opened their mouths. Dudley rubbed sleep from his eyes while Harry retreated to a corner out of everyone’s reach to open his letter (finally) and read through it. When he looked up again, Uncle Vernon’s rifle had turned into a rubber chicken and the professor was almost yelling.
“Your son has magic,” Minerva snapped. She had just come from a little family of Muggle dentists, who had taken notes on everything she told them, and their bushy-haired daughter, who had stared up at her with big hungry eyes and asked questions at breakneck speed. After that, this was not just exhausting but almost insulting. "Whether or not you want him to be, Dudley is magic. If we do not teach him to handle it, it will still happen.“
“I want to go,” said Harry, very softly.
Minerva couldn’t decide whether to go softer or more fierce. “Of course you will, Mr. Potter, if I have to escort you myself.”
“We won’t– we won’t allow–” Vernon began to bluster, but Dudley was watching Harry’s set face. His little eyes squinted.
“Dudley is not–”
“If Harry gets to go,” said Dudley at the top of his sizeable lungs.
“Dudley,” Vernon snapped, so Dudley raised his voice even higher to announce, “Then I do, too.”
“But Duddikins–”
Dudley’s face was going red. Harry moved quietly out of his radius and Minerva watched him go. “It’s not fair, you can’t stop me, I’m not gonna sit and learn dumb maths while he does magic–”
“Don’t say that word!”
“Neither of you is going–”
Dudley bellowed, no words, just sound, drowning out his parents. Harry watched the rain out the window. Minerva had known James Potter. She had known him well, in war and in peace, from behind a teacher’s desk and beside him in the trenches. This eleven year old looked very little like the grinning boy she’d so often scolded– but he looked a bit like the young man she’d later had the privilege of fighting alongside.
McGonagall drew close to Petunia as Vernon tried to muffle Dudley’s hollers with big hands and wheedling promises. “Mrs. Dursley, you may not be aware, but every letter to the Hogwarts admissions office goes through me, and has for decades.” Petunia’s bony face snapped up to meet Minerva’s eyes. “Including those sent with stamps.”
Petunia was pale, her fists claws at her sides. “Childish– those were childish, absurd wishes–”
“He is a child,” said Minerva. “He’s magical. Let him have this.”
Dudley took a breath and let out another bellow, kicking at his father’s shin.
Minerva tried not to wince. She tried to mean it. “Let him have the chances you didn’t.” Petunia’s gaze shifted away to the ground. Minerva reached out for the other woman’s elbow, her bony fingers as gentle as she could force them to be, which wasn’t very. “Don’t hate him for it, Ms. Dursley.”
“I would never,” Petunia snapped, raising her eyes in a swift, angry jerk, but Minerva had known Lily Evans, too.
There was a joke from MAD Magazine back in the day that was about the right-wing version of it.
Bigot: There goes the neighborhood.
Neighbor: Why?
Bigot: Oh, that immigrant family moving into that big fancy house up the street. they’ll likely trash the place and use it as a flophouse.
Neighbor: Have you SEEN them? The father just got hired to manage the factory up the road. The mother is a pediatrician and their eldest is in law school, studying business law.
Bigot: Oh, so they’re just here for our jobs
Now the only difference between this and the leftie version
Bigot: Bunch of lazy hipsters going where they don’t belong and trying to turn our homes into clones of their fancy suburb.
Neighbor: Have you SEEN them? The father is a construction foreman on that affordable housing project. The mother is a pediatrician and their eldest is in law school, studying to be an anti-discrimination lawyer.
Bigot: Oh, so they’ll just jack up the rent and force all of us out.
There is no pleasing a bigot. And it does not matter if the bigot is a right wing or left wing one. Nothing you say or do is ever going to be the right option.
Not satisfied with harming their own children, they want to make sure their views harm others.
I guess the protesters are hoping that if they can keep others as uneducated and ill informed about vaccines as they are maybe their ranks will increase.
Humans have short ass memories. I really think that is what the problem is here. Because kids haven’t been dying in droves because we have preventive medicine, people think these medicines are unnecessary and actually a burden on their lives. But now that kids in the Western nations have started catching and dying from these wholly preventable childhood diseases I am wondering what will occur first – some large group of children catching and dying from these diseases or the mutation of a virus that we believed had disappeared decades ago.
I just made this shirt as a birthday gift for a friend who had rubella as a child:
SO, yeah, fuck these parents in particular.
[Image: a red fitted shirt with the text ‘I survived a Vintage Disease and all I got was this lousy t-shirt, two hearing aids, and a scleral shell.’ The text is formatted to look like a Victorian advertisement with scrollwork under the words ‘Vintage Disease.’]
You’d think recent outbreaks killing kids would make more of an impact… but then no you wouldn’t in this day and age.
No, because these people would rather have dead kids than disabled ones. Let’s be blunt.
you gotta have some sort of mental disability to look at hard evidence that they dont cause autism and be like “nah. they cause autism. i dont trust these modern scientists.”
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